Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Hungarian

I was selected to be an instructor for Advanced Paediatric Life Support some time ago, which was very pleasing. I had to go on an instructors course in the Bay of Islands in New Zealand, which was a great privilege as well. As I was checking into the hotel, I saw that the name on the tag of the woman at reception was Ildiko.

"You're hungarian aren't you?' I asked.

She was taken aback. 'Why- yes I am! How could you tell?'

"'There's a hungarian actress called Ildiko' I replied.

She beamed. "That's great! Has she been in anything famous?"

I took a breath. 

I paused.

"Um…."

After a few moments thought, I said " nothing….. you….. would…..have……. heard….. of……."

I thought it best to leave it at that.

How is everyone?

I'm writing this from the airport in Abu Dhabi, waiting for my connection to London, as my lifelong family and schoolfriend Winston is getting married next weekend. It will be great to have another big nigerian ceremony again, as I haven't been to one for such a long time. Those of you who have seen the pictures from my sisters wedding will know exactly how colourful and vibrant they are, so I'm looking forward to it. Of course, there will be inevitable inquisition from Mum and Dad as to why I'm not getting married, but at least this time I have the excuse of exams. 

I did my emergency medicine fellowship exam last Friday, which is one of the biggest exams I've done so far. It was 5 months of torturous trudgery, but such are clinical exams that you never ever feel like you know enough. I struggled with it, but the post exam discussion would suggest that I struggled as much as most other people at least. We get the results in 5 weeks. It's interesting- I've taken part in a 12 week course of topic-based practise exams in the build-up, and I remember looking around the room once and thinking to myself 'everyone here was at or near the top of their class in school. But I'm sensing quite a lot of apprehension, here.' I think that just goes to show how rigorous postgraduate medical training is- the even the smartest of the smart can struggle with it. At least I know I'm keeping good company. I don't see myself as particularly intelligent, but I am good at organising myself and focussing on completing a task in a methodological fashion. Whatever the result, I'll have learned a lot, and I'm a better doctor as a result. 

To that end, I deleted Tinder from my phone months ago [shock, horror], as I could use as few distractions as possible. I did go out with a girl for a few weeks before that, though, and we seemed to be getting on great before she got really cagey about seeing me again. I asked her what was going on.

"I have a boyfriend in america. He's coming to visit next week. I don't think I can see you anymore."

Not again.

I don't get it. I really don't. But then, it's probably a sign of my still s;ightly naive view of life and relationships to assume that everyone on a dating app is single. I can't comprehend the prospect of being in a long term relationship and flicking through Tinder on the side, but clearly for some people it's not a problem. Those of you who've been following me for some time will know that this isn't the first time I've been out with a woman who has conveniently 'forgotten' to mention that she was already in a long term relationship [ that 4am phone call in Tauranga from a guy telling me to stay the Hell away from his girlfriend has to be one of the highlights], which kind of makes me nervous about the prospect of settling down with someone at all…..

During one of my many trips to Germany, I was in Cologne dancing salsa, and having an awesome time doing so. I saw a woman that I liked the look of, and was about to go talk to her when I saw that she had a wedding ring on, so I stayed away. [I later found out that her husband owned the salsa club. Good move.] Another woman that I met shortly after seemed to be quite enamoured with me. We danced a couple of times, and we clearly had a great connection. [without going into any unnecessary detail] We were having breakfast together the following morning, and I noticed that, where there wasn't one before, there was now a huge wedding ring on her finger and she started talking about having a husband. I was only 23 at the time, with not much relationship experience, and didn't quite understand what was going on. 

"Hang on a minute-" I thought to myself. "If you……… have……….. a husband, how……… can……. you be………… going…………… out…………. with……….. me….? I don't get it- if you're……………. already…………… married, then………….. that…………… means………….. that……… you……. can't…."

I was really struggling to compute the situation until eventually, my conscience was saying at the back of my mind, with increasing loudness 

"Victor………….! 

VICTOR!!!!! 

She's….

having….

an…

affair…

with you……!"


"AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH………..!" I thought, as reality dawned on me. 

Women frighten me sometimes. They really do. Not that men are any better. But women do seem a lot better at hiding stuff like this.

As you all know, I'm a hopeless romantic- I love the idea of being in love and sharing my life with someone special-, but I'm also very liberal and non-judgemental. If you're single and having fun without hurting anyone, I really have no interest in anything you do. I'll quite happily leave you to it. However, if you're unfaithful, I can't help but feel saddened by that. I don't see how that can't be hurtful to the person you say you love. 

During a study break one night recently, I was watching TV, and an advert for Ashley Madison came on. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Life is short. Have an affair". I was just dumbfounded. A website specifically for cheating is one thing. But to see one advertised on TV was a step beyond anything I'd considered a realistic part of everyday life.

Some of you will have heard me say something that I don't like saying, but I've been forced to concede. And stand by. 

Most relationships are a joke. Including marriages. You could even say especially marriages. In terms of fidelity and commitment and what the two people are prepared to do for each other. I honestly believe that. It's only a minority of relationships that I can look at and think "Wow, that's awesome. You're genuinely connected. You make each other really happy. I'd love to have a relationship like yours". 

I hope they don't mind me saying so but my friends Carl and Francesca are happily married with a child, and I've seen them together pretty much from the start. I've never seen them argue. Ever. They have a genuine warmth and harmony between them, and they are just incredibly easy to be around. I look at them and I think 'Yes'. I use them as an example of something that genuinely works.

Similarly, when I first moved to Manly, it became widely known in the emergency department that I was a salsaholic, and one of my medical colleagues asked me if I could help him out by choreographing his wedding dance for him and his finacee, and he would pay me for my services. They had already picked out a song- it was David Grays 'Please Forgive Me', which has a 1,2-1,2 beat, so I put together a merengue routine for them. They came to my house and I taught them the steps. They picked it up pretty well for non-dancers. At the end, they did the final twirl and dip, and he kissed her. I saw the way they smiled at each other. I looked on and thought 'I can't charge you for this. This is it's own reward'.

[I probably should still have charged them, though.]

They're real relationships. I can do a real relationship. I can do a casual relationship. I won't do a joke relationship. My time is just too valuable, and you don't have to hurt anyone if you're not in the right place to commit.

I'd rather watch a movie.

[but nothing you would have heard of ;)]


Victor.

Saturday, 22 August 2015

Sneak Preview….

Hi everyone-

it's been ages since we spoke normally, but this year has been quite hectic for me. As well as trying to get on with medicine, I've been in court getting that stalker off my case. Thankfully, she's gone now, and normal life can resume. I had my exam yesterday- it was pretty harrowing, but no more so for me than for everyone else. I find out in 6 weeks. Fingers crossed. 

Ages ago, I met up with my record producer, Sean Carey, who is now also one of my best friends. We had a really good talk, and for the first time, I actually walked him through the creation of one of my new songs. I played him the humming on my iPhone, the melody creation, the matching of the chords, and finally the lyrics on top of it all. He was pretty impressed :D

I'll be back in the studio recording another EP soon, but as a fan, I thought you might like to hear how the songs start out before Sean and I get to work on them in the studio. There will be 5 or 6 songs on this CD, 4 of which are finished rough demos. As usual, I put them on YouTube and send them to Sean, who then gets thinking about how we can maximise their potential.

Here they are:

People tell me that this one harks back to old school Red Hot Chilli Peppers. It's about staying in love with someone despite each others flaws.



This one is probably my most Jack Johnson-like effort to date. It's about being in a long distance relationship, knowing you're not going to see your partner for a long time, but still hanging on for each other.


This one is about the difficulties you can face in a career in emergency medicine.


This one is also about emergency medicine- trying to keep it together when the department is heaving, and having to justify the state of the department to the incoming team.


I hope you enjoy them, and I'll be in touch when the studio recordings are finished.

You'll be able to sample them on my website www.v-factor.com

Speak soon,

Victor.

Saturday, 25 April 2015

Moving House

In typical fashion, my parents once left a house move until the night before the start of my final school year, and we were still moving stuff the morning school started, so I arrived late to morning registration.

"Sorry I'm late, Sir, I was moving house."

Mr Glanville stared at me. Smiled. Shrugged his shoulders and said

"Only Victor could come up with an excuse like that, so I can only assume that it's true- come in, take a seat!"

How is everyone?

You may know that I've just moved back up to Manly after my year down south in Wollongong [just south of Sydney]. I'm glad to be back, as I love the life here. House-hunting isn't something I've had to do for a long, LONG time, so I found it a little daunting at first. I like sharing with people, and I found some places on Gumtree that sounded good. One in particular stood out- I walked into the apartment, and it just felt like a home, not just a place to sleep. The leaseholder was an english girl about my age. Her boyfriend and friend would also be living there, too. We had the standard talk, and she asked me what I was doing after.

"I've actually got a Tinder date that may or may not happen" I told her.

"Ah, good old Tinder- the land of hit and miss"

"Yeah, tell me about it- I've got the ultimate Tinder story…!"I replied, as I was leaving.

"OK- you can't say that and not tell me the story!!"

She was right. However, it's not the kind of story that you share with people you've only just met. I was in a bit of  a bind. I though to myself "OK. This could either go really, really well, or really REALLY badly!"

I took a deep breath and told her the story.

She offered me the room the following day.

Phew!


[an unrelated Tinder conversation]



But now that I've thought about it- I actually didn't have much to worry about, as my dating experience has shown me, after countless reinactments of the American Pie-esque antics of my school friends during all of my dates, that, more than being robust, women actually love those stories: I've never had a bad reaction from singing Satyens rap, recounting Donalds end of year English exam story or Richards theory on parental marital arts. They actually thrive on it, and they usually come away thinking I'm the most fun guy ever, as guys simply don't tell them stuff like that when they take them out.

Although, having said that- I'm still not going to tell you the Tinder story. Not on here. Sadly, I'm starting to succumb to this crippling disease called 'growing up' that stops me from writing that stuff anymore. Ten years ago, I might have, but not now. I'm not so badly afflicted that I won't tell you in person, though.

Manly feels a little different this time around. Some people have moved away, some people have children, now, some have new relationships, or unfortunately, have separated from their partners. That's just life, I guess. Working your way back into peoples lives again isn't easy. One new development that I've warmly welcomed, and has warmly welcomed me, is Thirsty Thursdays. My ambulance officer friend Billy has a wide network of friends who meet for dinner and drinks every Thursday evening in the same area, rotating through various venues. It's ultra relaxed, and just a really fun time where guys [it's guys only] just hang out and chat, and it's just awesome. Made lots of new friends, and I know there's one night a week where I can just turn up and I know I can just have a relaxed fun time.

The first night I went, I actually ended up holding court with the Tinder story. They told me there was nowhere to go after that. There was a guy on the next table, who had long since finished his food, listening in and actually writing it down as I was going along "This is f*#king awesome!!!!" he said. So, I guess you could say that I made a bit of an impact with it.

I'm still not publishing it, though.

Tinder, for those of you not familiar with it, is a dating app on which you serially swipe through peoples profiles needing to like or dislike them in order to see the next one. Only if you match with somebody can you actually speak to them, or even view their profile again. I've been on it for about a year and half after Patrick forced me to get it, as he was sick of me moping about Johanna. I got off to a roaring start with it. And it helped…. a bit. However, it is very superficial and whimsical- it's flakier than a dandruff convention, so I'm on the verge of giving up on it. On the other hand, I don't remember rejoicing in the sheer volume of sane, non-flakey women I was meeting when I was out doing the bar and club thing, either, so it's difficult to know what to do. It's amusing, if nothing else. And when dates do eventuate, they're often quite entertaining. I think by far the best description of Tinder has to be the video made by Benjamin French [Frenchy]. I cried laughing when I saw it. Here it is:

https://www.facebook.com/SungaAttack/videos/vb.611984132154403/953089881377158/?type=2&theater

After much turbulence, I made it to my school friends wedding in Greece in August last year. It was a beautiful, and very private affair, with only about twenty of us there, including a handful of guys from school, including my other best friend from school, Stuart, who is already married, with a child.



In between speaking in Batman quotes, Stuart and I get on so well that we just laugh the whole time. We caught up for lunch the day before the wedding, and the people of Rhodes walking by thought we were completely insane. I updated him with life events since the last time we met, including the Tinder story [which I won't repeat], after which I told him: "You know- sometimes I feel like it's my duty to entertain my married friends". To which he replied
"Oh- there's no sometimes about it!"

As Chris Rock says "Marriage is some boring ass sh*t!". But what I think a lot of my married and LTR friends easily forget is that between these 'adventures', there are often quite long periods of silence, and a lot of nights spent by yourself. That isn't always comfortable. Companionship is a good thing. I think they take it for granted a lot of the time.

Wollongong is a lower socioeconomic demographic, but then that tends to make for more severely ill patients, which is great for developing your medical skills. I had a great time there, learned a lot and made some great friends [stalkers not included], but I'm happy to be back in Manly.

My neck is very sore, now, though…

Some of you have read my stalker story- I've taken it offline, now. We're actually due in court soon. I'd just had enough of her. Aside from her toxic behaviour, I can't help but be a little taken aback by the situation. I'm not saying I'm Gods gift or anything, but I think I have a reasonable amount going for me in life, and I do make a decent effort to look after myself. With that in mind, can you honestly see this…



……..with THIS????


REALLY????!!!!????

I would hope that even the most cretinous would be able to see some degree of mismatch here…!!
I was nice to her initially because I'm nice to everyone. Then she got vicious when I told her I wasn't romantically interested. I wasn't trying to be mean. I just have standards. I don't think having standards makes me a bad person.
Anyway, hopefully this ugliness will be behind me forever, and I can get on with things and people more deserving of my time and energy.

Like exams.

I'm actually out of contract at the moment in order to study for my postgraduate specialisation in emergency medicine. It's been a long road, but hopefully I'm coming to the end of it. When I was doing my UK internal medicine exams [MRCP], my Dad commented that I seem to like doing exams. He's probably right- I do like learning new things and pushing myself to the next level, but it's starting to wear a bit thin, now. I'd be very happy to make these the last exams I ever take. And once that's over, I can devote more time to things like Tinder.

But I still won't publish the story….

Until the next time.

Victor.

Monday, 30 June 2014

No More Meat

I was in the local paper recently, as they did a story about me and my music. Of course, quite a few people in the hospital were talking about it, and one of my bosses in emergency said to me "You know, Victor, you're quite refreshing"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Well, it's nice to see a doctor in the news for doing something legal. It doesn't happen that often, these days.".

I thanked him and explained that hookers and cocaine weren't quite my thing. There's a neurosurgeon currently coming to the end of his jail term after inadvertently killing a prostitute with a drug overdose by snorting cocaine out of her rectum. He was in the same year as my crazy supervisor in my old hospital. I hate to think what that years other graduates are upto right now….

Speaking of prostitutes (don't worry- this isn't' headed where you think…), I think back to my first year in secondary school, and studying medieval history. One ongoing theme in medieval England was the constant power struggle between catholics and protestants. I was eleven years old, and we would write essays on various aspects of this period every week. However only being eleven, my lack of life experience showed through. For an entire year, I wrote essays pin the constant power struggle between the catholics and the prostitutes.

For and entire year.

My history teacher let me do this for an entire year.

Not once did he think of correcting me. 

I was eleven. I had no idea what a prostitute was.

I can only assume that 
a) I was so good at history that he kept me in the top group despite this monumental mistake

or

b) I was terrible at history, but he kept me in the top group in spite of this for sheer entertainment value.

Dr Sandys-Wood, you are a terrible, terrible man. 


How is everyone?


I'm sleep-deprived. 

Such is the timing of the world cup in Brazil that if I were in London, I could watch every match between 5pm and midnight. In Sydney, they're on between 2am and 10am, so I have had one uninterrupted nights sleep in the last 2 weeks. As much as I'm loving it, I love the day(s) when there are no matches. Just 2 more weeks. Although it's a bit sad with England gone. Australia- gone. Nigeria are my last hope. It's once every 4 years. It's worth the suffering.

I generally go back to London twice a year, but decided not to, as I've got tonnes of study to do this year. Or at least I wasn't, until Kye rudely decided to get married this August. At least I get to see my family again, which is always awesome. You may know that I have a brother and 2 sisters, and that we all get on like a house on fire. Literally, when all 4 of us get together, it's only a matter of time before we're all rolling around the floor laughing. 


(Dilys and I on the ferry in Sydney Harbour. victor-thediary.blogspot.com.au/2014/01/c…wait.html)


One of my sisters quit her job as a lower to set up a music and dance school for toddlers, the other one quit her job in finance to be a professional singer, and my bother, when he's not being a computer engineer, does standup comedy. Our parents pushed us all to be high achievers at school (essays about prostitutes ruling England notwithstanding), which I'm grateful for, but as you can see, we all have creative passions. My brother and I are both on Tinder (the dating app), and we both noticed that a lot of women on it will make quite stringent prerequisites, particularly to do with height, such as "No shorties", "No short guys" and "If you're under 5'10, then please don't bother". Paul (my brother) noticed a distinct double standard regarding this, and updated his Facebook status accordingly:

"If women can specify a minimum height, does that mean men can specify a maximum weight…?"

Love it. 

This naturally sparked a heated debate, but he came out on top: if women can say "no short guys" why can't men say "no fat chicks"?

He rests his case.

In reading this, you know how much I love to tell a story, and I could tell you an infinite number of funny stories about them, but I think the funniest one, like some others I have, cannot be satisfactorily written- it has to be acted. So, I got my film director to film me telling it. It's called 'The second Greatest Song of All Time'- and for a reason. Some of you have heard me tell the story about the song I regard as the greatest song of all time, and I have filmed that one, but I can't release it. Not yet. Not until I've done my exam at least. The medical profession will almost certainly take a dim view of it.

Until then, enjoy. 




Victor.


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Thursday, 6 February 2014

Better Than This

This one's pretty simple.

Rachel and I were long distance for a year while I was in Invercargill for my first year in New Zealand. I'd fly to Wellington twice a month to see her, or sometimes we'd meet in Christchurch, as she has family there.

I moved to Wellington the following year to be with her. I remember one winter, in her living room, the fireplace was going, she was sitting on the couch, and I was lying on it, with my head rested on her lap. We were watching the All Blacks playing South Africa.

"This is perfect." I thought to myself. In a warm house on a cold night. Watching my favourite sport with the woman I love.

It simply doesn't get any better than this.


Better Than This Lyrics


You make it easy for you to see me
The way I really am

I never wonder to give you other 
Than everything I can

Through all the bad times, there's always the sign 
You love me all the same.

To you I travel, the world unravels
You're always glad I came.

With your hand in my hand and a special kiss
Tell me, how can it get any better than this?


The way we dance is just pure romance 
And it's there for all to see.

And if they offer, I'll have no other
'Cause you're the one for me.

This blissful feeling when I'm with you
Makes me feel like it's a dream.

In all the world I could never think 
There could be such harmony 

With your hand in my hand and a special kiss
Tell me, how can it get any better than this?

I just wanna hold you….
I just wanna hold you….


With your hand in my hand and a special kiss
Tell me, how can it get any better than this?

I just wanna hold you….

With your hand in my hand and a special kiss
Tell me, how can it get any better than this?

I just wanna hold you….

I just wanna hold you….

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Pretence Lyrics

You said I had what it takes. 
You told me that I could make it.
I wonder how many others 
That you deceive when you fake it. 

I want the whole world to see
Just how you prey on their dreams.
And still you act like you're perfect
Well, then I hope it was worth it.

I'll never trust you 
I know too much of you
Your schemes and lies
And the way you disguise and you
Pretend to know me
And pretend to show me that
We were a team and 
We shared the same dream all along

Well now you see that I'm stronger
I don't need you any longer
I warned you you should be wary
Of something so Ordinary

I'll never trust you 
I know too much of you
Your schemes and lies
And the way you disguise and you
Pretend to know me
And pretend to show me that
We were a team and 
We shared the same dream all along

I'll never trust you 
I know too much of you
Your schemes and lies
And the way you disguise and you
Pretend to know me
And pretend to show me that
We were a team and 
We shared the same dream all along

I hate both you and myself
Keep thinking somebody else
Could see the dagger you hide
Behind your glamorous side

I'll never trust you 
Know too much of you
Your schemes and lies
And the way you disguise and you
Pretend to know me
And pretend to show me that
We were a team and 
We shared the same dream all along

I'll never trust you 
I know too much of you
Your schemes and lies
And the way you disguise and you
Pretend to know me
And pretend to show me that
We were a team and 
We shared the same dream all along

I'll never trust you 
I know too much of you
Your schemes and lies
And the way you disguise and you
Pretend to know me
And pretend to show me that
We were a team and 
We shared the same dream all along
shared the same dream all along
shared the same dream all along
shared the same dream all along

all along
all along
all along